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Blood mist filled the sky, condensing and glimmering as it drifted down like snowflakes.
Above the mist, the Blood Scion stood on the Blood Bat's back and took out the Blood Clan's orb: [Blood of the Night].
At once, the blood mist began to be siphoned away, transformed into the purest vitality and stored within [Blood of the Night].
The entire process went smoothly. With Viscount Windsor herself dead and the man controlling her, Blood Drinker Heber, unable to spare any attention, this blood was merely blood. Aside from possessing more spirituality than an ordinary person's blood, which greatly increased the amount of vitality stored, it could offer no resistance to [Blood of the Night]'s siphoning.
In less than ten seconds, the blood mist filling the sky had vanished.
It had added 1,000 points to [Blood of the Night]'s vitality reserves.
An Ascendant was only worth 1,000 vitality?
Arthur was somewhat surprised.
This figure was considerably lower than he had expected.
Note 3 of [Blood of the Night] clearly stated, "All the blood in an adult's body can be converted into 4-5 points of vitality."
Calculating at the maximum of 5 points per adult, the vitality he had just obtained from an Ascendant was only equivalent to that of 200 adults.
Even allowing for losses when Blood Drinker Heber created the blood mist, the figure would not have differed much.
And that...
Was far too little!
Never mind how effortlessly an Ascendant could kill 200 adults. By Arthur's estimate alone, the figure should have started at 5,000, if not higher.
Blood? Blood!
Only blood!
Arthur paused inwardly, then understood.
In his previous scientific understanding, a person's makeup was extremely complex, a combination of many elements and cells. But on the mystical side, a person consisted of only two things: